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As moths rose in luminous doom,
She remembered arranging skirts
Insects and I: so small

Before bed,
Never had thought
If earth took me back…
 
Who heard?
Between night & morning,
Stars work at all times,
 
Seeds into trees—
Tenderly, they better
Their perfect kingdoms...
 
Do something @ least!

Pockets full of stone
Thoughts floated by on the river
 
My fire: vanished
Breathing nothing but water
Darkness fell around her
 
A dozen white birds slept—
Light lichens among
Dark branches
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2019
Author's Note
This is an entry for the "Poetic Medic #2: To The Poem's Rescue!" contest, hosted by JohnnyBlaze and Ahavati. Super crazy to write (or rather, put together). Very fun!
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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